Monday, March 8, 2010
Welcome back everyone! It’s Monday again, and Mondays are AWESOME! So is my false enthusiasm!! WOOOO!!!
Over the past several weeks, I’ve been trying to make my way through all of the pictures I took a couple summers ago (that’s 2008 for those of you who lose track, like me). It’s been a bit frustrating, because all of the pictures I took from that period were using the lens that I have since decided was pretty crappy. (I think I’ve covered this a couple times already.) A lot of the images are recoverable with post-processing, but they’re still just.. not as nice as I’d like. I did some cool stuff that summer, like taking a road trip out to Colorado to visit my wife’s family. (And, well.. okay, I visited my own family too while I was there..) So it’s extra frustrating to not be happy with the pictures I got from some really pretty areas that I’ll in all likelihood never see again. Sigh.
Today’s picture was from that trip. This was taken in the Sawtooth Valley somewhere in the middle of Idaho. It’s a little ways north of Sun Valley along highway 75, just outside of a town called Stanley. That area is AB-SOE-LOOT-LEE GOR-JUSS! I’m definitely going to make it a point to get back there someday. But man, it’s a pain in the butt to get out there. I headed east on I-90 to Missoula, then south through the Bitterroots. I got there late in the afternoon of the 2nd day, if that gives you any indication. To make matters worse (as if the crappy lens wasn’t bad enough), I got there at the worst possible time as far as the quality of the light goes. There were all of these super huge unbelievably jagged peaks jutting straight out of the valley (very reminiscent of the Tetons, actually), but they were backlit in the most horrible way. So I got pictures of those peaks that were good enough to remind myself what it looked like (and whet my appetite for going back), but not good enough for any other purpose. I got others that are passable, like this one, but this doesn’t capture the magic of the place, not even close. (This isn’t even one of the nice looking mountains, it’s looking the completely wrong direction.) Sadly, it wasn’t my destination, and I didn’t have time to linger. So I just had to add it to the list of places to make it back to before I die, and move on.
So, there it is. You’ll undoubtedly see more pictures from that summer floating through from time to time, but I probably won’t call them out, so you’ll only know them by the faint sense of oversharpening.
Notes: Canon EOS Rebel XT, Tamron 28-300 mm VC lens. 1/20s, f.22.0, ISO 400. Focal length: 42mm.